Harry Potter Hair Novels & Stories

Her hair stretched like the hell so long and she became like so much weak after her hair was being pulled. " You know what, I have better idea to get you back to your senses," she smirked as she chanted magic and then, cut off her hair with her magic. "You can rest assured. With my magic your hair won't be able to grow up again," she said as she left her in the ground. She looked weak. She looked completely weak and slowly she was turning back to herself. The white hair and her wrinkled cheeks and her old eyes. I was amazed with what the hell was happening in front of my eyes. I mean how could Heidi know so much of things? " You? You feed on blood to look young, right?" she questioned Margar

I say ,pointing to my forehead and pout. "Hey ,don't pout." harry says and kisses me on the lips wiping my pout off my face . I smile and nod. "You will be alright in a few minutes,lay down on the bed and wait."He says and leaves . After a minute ,he comes back holding a bottle of lavender oil . "I couldn't find any other oil, so I think this will do ." He says taking my head in his lap and clipping my hair back. "I like where this is going." I smile.

The long hair was even more beautiful than mine, moreover it had a mixed color of sky blue, copper and silver. The hair was so beautiful... I was still holding my wound, then I got up and stood up. Without realizing it, my hand touched the hair from behind. While the owner of the hair turned to me, so that made me so surprised. Right now, I know the face of the man with the hair that I admire so much. "You, Hyun Ki?!" My eyes opened wide, I recognized that it was Xiao Hyun Ki, the Prince of Hell.

All the girls were putting on a green T-shirt as their uniform and any random pair of jeans trousers or skirt. "I'm not here to make my hair." I gave her a small smile and began typing away on my phone. "And what the hell does that even mean?" Harriet blasted me with a glare. "My braids are still as good as new." I stared at my hair from the mirror, patting it. Harriet's eyes narrowed into slits. "How long has that hair been on your head?" "A month I guess." I shrugged. "That nonsense thing on your head has lasted more than enough, it looks dirty." She glared.

He walked up to Harriet and handed her a green flag. "Oh, boy, I really feel the love." Harriet mused as she tied her flag in her hair. "You really should rethink where you put that..." I shook my head as I took the blue flag from Damian. "Iris might want to accidentally add a chunk of your hair to her collection when she goes for your flag. "I don't have a blonde curly wig yet!" Iris grinned as she threw her arm around my neck. "How would I style it? Maybe cute space buns?" Iris reached out and tugged on one of Harriet's curls, watching it spring back into place.

“Maybe there is something we can do!” Stacie looked at me as if I was on crack as I moved quickly to the nightstand grabbing my Grimoire. “Want an updo?” I asked with a cheeky grin. She laughed and nodded, somewhat understanding what I was about to attempt. This was either going to be a glorious success or a major failure. I asked the Grimoire for a spell to help us with our hair. It flew open, stopping a quarter way through within the filled pages. To my delight there was a simple spell, no components needed. I recited it and our hair started moving on its own. Braids appeared and twists were pinned down. Glorious crowns of intricate strands and braids were circling our heads. Black ribbon

His voice was not cold, just laced with curiosity. At this point, she didn't want to lie to him. There was no point. "It was Harry," she revealed and watched his expression dim. He folded his arms, and she could see him trying to control his temper. He exhaled sharply and ran a hand through his hair. She noticed for the first time that he was growing it again. The curls were filling up and starting to lengthen, reminding her of his childhood look. Yes, he was indeed the boy who had deliberately made her fall off her bicycle and stuck his tongue out at her.

I gazed past my friends and saw a remarkably transformed Harold. He had undergone a thorough makeover; dressed in fresh clothes, clean-shaven, and his previously matted and unkempt dark hair had turned into a lustrous cascade of curls. It became evident why my mother had been attracted to him.

agreed Harry. Sophia turned around, hoping none of her friends would notice her staring. She noticed that Harry was now walking next to her, and was thankful that he hadn't asked her to turn around again. She glanced at him briefly, studying him carefully. His light brown hair, which was cut short, fell over his right eye and was getting greasy. His features were very strong and angular, with thick dark brows, a strong nose and thin lips.

Now he looked more like a certified wizard, with a few glowing brown lines on his neck. He gathered a ball of orange fire and placed it on his hair which immediately absorbed the fireball. Then something amazing happened. His hair grew longer and thicker. Then without warning, they munged at the king. "I see. You are a rare type of wizard too. Not bad." The lycan took out a long golden thorny whip from his spatial ring and flexed it before charging at the enraged prince whose hair had become his weapon. "Die, you scumbag. You don't deserve to marry her," the prince yelled as his hair attacked the opponent wildly.